Hogwarts Mystery Sequence

Azkaban was built in the 15th century and became the British wizarding prison from 1718.

All the heinous criminals in Britain will be imprisoned in it. For this reason, magic similar to the Traceless Stretch Spell is used inside Azkaban to ensure that no matter how many wizard criminals there are, it can be fully accommodated.

The environment in Azkaban is extremely harsh, and it is unknown how many wizards who were imprisoned died of despair - the cemetery built in the prison was specially designed to bury these people.

And even the "survivors" who managed to survive for a while were mostly mentally disturbed.

Therefore, being sentenced to Azkaban is worse than being sentenced to death.

The culprit behind all this is the dementors, the jailers of Azkaban!

Dementors are terrifying monsters that look like rotting corpses wearing a cloak.

They have no facial features and have a hole where their mouth should be. They can suck out people's souls. This ability has been given a very romantic and poetic name - "Dementor's Kiss".

But no matter how nice the name is, it can't change its essence - "Dementor's Kiss" is almost equivalent to killing, but it is different from directly depriving life. It will cause the person's body to still exist but the soul to die.

The specific description of that state is: the brain and heart are still working, but there is no longer self-awareness, no memory, no more anything, and there is no hope of recovery, just living as an empty body, a walking zombie. .

Of course, even in Azkaban, random killing is not allowed, so dementors cannot enjoy a feast at will.

But this doesn't mean that the prisoners of Azkaban will be any better off, because Dementors have another characteristic - they feed on all positive emotions in humans, which will force their victims to do it all over again Relive your worst memories over and over again.

And if these are mental torture, then as the wizard spends time with the dementors, the wizard's magic power will gradually be sucked dry by the dementors. This is also a very painful and torturous process for a wizard, and Losing magic can also cause serious damage to a wizard's body, and can even be life-threatening.

The prisoners stay with such a group of fearful monsters every day. It is conceivable how bad their situation is.

······

At this moment, on the branch of a dead tree outside Azkaban, a crow with almost transparent feathers and rings on its body looked up at the soul-destroying birds flying in groups over Azkaban. Weird, he stroked the dark circle of his right eye with his right wing and said:

"The idiots at the Ministry of Magic occasionally come up with a good idea or two."

"However, it is still foolish not to consider your own abilities."

After all, Dementors have no loyalty at all. Just as some opponents insist, Dementors are evil creatures that are essentially greedy and do not have any good intentions.

There are only two options for dealing with this evil creature, either complete annihilation, or use absolute strength to drive it away.

But in fact, the Ministry of Magic has very little control over the Dementors and very few countermeasures. Those officials with high ambitions and low power are just stupid to maintain a arrogant attitude, self-righteously thinking that the lowly Dementors dare not resist the Ministry of Magic. control.

Therefore, Azkaban was handed over to the care of the dementors with almost complete confidence, and there were very few Aurors stationed to guard it.

This has resulted in Azkaban, the prison designated by the Ministry of Magic for Dementors, now becoming their paradise.

The black-eyed crow's eyes flickered twice when looking at the dementors. The next second, it fluttered its wings and flew towards the prison building.

······

Because of the dementors, there was no sunlight inside Azkaban, and the warmth was insulated from the prison.

In the prison, narrow cells, dirty sanitary conditions, mottled walls and rusty chains... chaos, blood, pain and crazy roars filled every corner.

In the dark corridor outside the cell, several dementors kept floating back and forth.

Whenever they pass a cell, the criminals in the cell will burst into even more miserable wails.

As for those silent cells, it's not that there are no prisoners in them, but that the prisoners have most likely suffered a mental breakdown and are close to death.

In such a situation, dementors usually linger outside the prisoner's cell for a while.

On the one hand, this is because dementors are responsible for burying prisoners, and on the other hand, they want to suck the souls of dying prisoners, and the Ministry of Magic acquiesces to this method of disposal.

In such an environment, crazy people will only become more crazy, and people who are not crazy will also be driven crazy.

However, in a certain cell, there was a tall man wearing shackles and shackles. Although he looked very slovenly and haggard, and his spirit seemed to be on the verge of collapse at any time, there was still obvious reason in his eyes. .

At this time, a voice suddenly sounded in this small and confined space:

"Sirius?"

Slumped on the ground, as if he had lost all hope, the black-haired man looked up and saw a strange crow suddenly came into his sight.

Then he saw the crow open its beak and spit out a human voice:

"Sirius Brian, the last heir of the Brian family and a member of the 'Order of the Phoenix', has fallen into this situation."

The tone of this unfamiliar voice was not sarcastic at all.

But Sirius seemed completely indifferent to this, his eyes still lacked life.

But perhaps because he heard the supposedly confidential name "Order of the Phoenix", his chapped lips opened and closed, still wanting to say something.

However, probably because he had hardly spoken for more than ten years, he did not regain the ability to speak in a short period of time.

It wasn't until after trying several times that a jerky voice came out intermittently from Sirius's mouth:

"Who are you?"

"How do you...know...'Order of the Phoenix'?"

"What's the purpose of coming to...me...?"

The crow flapped its wings to avoid falling on the filthy ground, and asked without answering:

"Would you like to go out?"

Hearing this, a turbid glimmer flashed in Sirius's eyes, and then he seemed to remember something and lowered his head again.

After a while, a difficult voice that was so low that it was almost inaudible came out:

"If... this is what happened, I will disappoint you..."

Sirius smiled wryly at himself and said:

"And... now I am just a shameful sinner who is despised and has no use value..."

"Whether it's useful or not is not up to you." It seemed that because he had anticipated Sirius's reaction, Crow responded indifferently to his rejection.

As he spoke, the black-eyed crow turned his head and looked casually at the small cell filled with stench, and then his eyes fell on the decadent Sirius again, and said with a smile in his eyes:

"Besides, I think no one knows better than you whether you are a criminal, right?"

the first time!

A crow with obvious problems suddenly appeared in the cell, which pointed out the existence of the "Order of the Phoenix", but Sirius, who had never overreacted, became excited for the first time!

He suddenly raised his head and looked at the crow in the air. Although his expression was still numb, a flash of light burst out in his eyes, and he said in a faintly excited voice:

"You...who are you?"

"Ha." Crow tilted his head and suddenly laughed out loud. As if he heard some funny joke, he couldn't stop laughing and said:

"It seems that being imprisoned in this place for a long time has no impact on you at all."

"What on earth were you expecting?"

The merciless ridicule was like a basin of ice water that poured cold water on Sirius. The spark that had just been ignited in this man's eyes was extinguished in the blink of an eye. His whole person seemed to have been hit hard and became even worse than before. Devastated.

But the crow didn't seem to consider Sirius's emotions at all, and even went so far as to crush his hopes:

"If I were the surviving Potters or Dumbledore who learned the truth, how could you still be here now, and how could I appear in this form?"

"As for your godson whom you have never met, he is just a brainless brat now."

"To have such unrealistic fantasies."

"It seems that if I come a few days later, I will have to go to the cemetery in Azkaban to find you."

Sirius' lips were pressed tightly together, pale and without any blood.

His spirit was like a tight string at this moment, but he still did not collapse, because he heard a existence that concerned him very much - his godson who he had never met before - Harry Potter.

At the same time, Sirius also recovered some thinking ability and began to think about the purpose of the visitor.

However, years of solitary confinement have made his thinking like a rusty gear. Although it is now running again, it is extremely unsmooth.

So silence gradually fell over the cell.

On the opposite side, Crow noticed that Sirius's eyes were beginning to change, so he opened his mouth and said:

"I'm actually curious, why didn't you choose death in the first place?"

"Or is this a punishment you set specifically for yourself?"

Hearing this, Sirius seemed to recall a very painful memory, and his always hazy expression suddenly became painful.

At this time, the crow said again:

"So what if I told you that Peter Pettigrew was still alive?"

Sirius suddenly raised his head, but the more reason he regained allowed him to calmly control his instinctive impulses. He clenched his fists tightly, trembled his lips, and looked at the unknown species of crow in the sky with his pupils tightened, and gritted his teeth. He said word by word:

"What did you say?"

The crow didn't seem to be frightened at all by Sirius Wolf's crazy awakening, and still said leisurely:

"That mouse has been hiding in the Weasley family for 12 years. It is now the pet of your godson's friend. You can confirm it yourself."

"I think if you saw him with your own eyes, you would be able to recognize him, right?"

"Of course! I can recognize him even if he turns into ashes!" Sirius emphasized with red eyes, full of murderous intent.

Suddenly, he looked at the suspicious crow in front of him again, and asked with a firm tone and clear enunciation:

"what is your purpose?"

Crow took a good look at him and chuckled:

"Letting you out is my purpose."

Then, regardless of Sirius's unyielding eyes, it said to itself:

"Get ready, you are about to usher in your new life."

As he spoke, its figure gradually disappeared, as if it had been erased by an eraser.

The crow just left, seemingly unconcerned about whether Sirius still had the ability to escape after being imprisoned in Azkaban for more than ten years.

When Sirius saw this scene, his eyes flashed slightly, he was silent for a while, then he stood up slowly with a slight sway, his back straight, and he looked at the rusty iron door of the cell intently.

······